Insignificance Page #4

- There, hold it. Hold her hand.

- No!

I got it!

Let me see! Come on.

You're a chicken.

- Yeah. Why don't you try coming up?

- Yeah! Yeah!

Na, na-na, na-na!

You can't get it!

Have you got a watch?

Yeah, I got a watch. It's almost 2:30...

No. Don't tell me the time.

I don't wanna know.

Can I just borrow it?

Please?

You can have it back tomorrow.

Thanks.

Hey! Stop there! Right over there!

Over there!

Who is it?

You wouldn't believe me.

- Hi!

- Hello.

Are you busy?

It's only I'm...

I'm probably being pursued.

This is an awful liberty, I know, but...

I'm very honored to meet you.

Uh, who is it that's pursuing you?

Just about everybody.

Hey. I thought you'd be asleep.

It's almost 3:
00.

- Would you like me to go?

- Uh, no, no.

Please, please, please.

I just had to come meet you

before you fly home or I fly west.

And I just haven't had a moment.

I've been shooting all week.

My movie, that is.

You don't recognize me.

Do you?

No.

That's just wonderful.

- I interrupted your work?

- No, it's just some calculations.

What are you trying to calculate?

Actually, I'm attempting

to unify the fields.

Will it take long?

Ah. I hope within another four years.

Oh. Gee.

- You are an actress?

- Mm-hmm.

- What's your name?

- Oh.

Oh. I've heard of her.

Is she good?

She tries hard.

Why is she here?

For a visit.

- Why?

- You're famous!

So are you.

I know.

We have an awful lot in common.

Hello.

What?

Who else?

No. Who else?

How much?

All right.

Because of being famous,

everywhere I go...

people fall all over themselves

to be with me.

Like a troupe of clowns

chasing an old automobile.

Ah. Because of being famous...

many things I do

just turn into a ridiculous comedy.

You're lucky.

Everything I do

develops into a nightmare.

People keep throwing themselves

in front of me...

and I just don't dare stop.

- Have I disturbed you?

- No. No.

- Shall I go?

- No. No.

It's late.

I just spent the last four hours

of my life...

having my skirt

blown up around my ears.

They rigged up this fan

beneath the grating out on 53rd.

Whoosh. All night long.

Do you ever get the feeling

it might be later than you think?

Anyway, I just knew

my only chance to see you...

before you fly away

or I died of intimate exposure...

would be to wake you up

in the middle of the night.

So I said to myself, "Go ahead,"

because if he doesn't understand...

how you have to wake people up

in the middle of the night sometimes...

then nobody will.

So I thought, "what the hell?"

Have you ever noticed that "what the hell"

is always the right decision to make?

What did you do tonight?

I arrived, and, uh...

I washed, and, uh, I got to work...

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